Chapter 175 - 175 Hogwarts is my place.

Chapter 175: Chapter 175 Hogwarts is my place.

"Huh?" Riddle froze in place, "This ... this isn't appropriate, is it?"

As one of the most dangerous black magic spells in the history of the entire magical world, the Sojourn Spell could have fatal consequences if one was a little careless during its demonstration.

Because of this, even wizard families that had been immersed in black magic for a long time seldom demonstrated it personally as a target when teaching their offspring to practice the Sojourn Spell.

Most black wizard families preferred to use some small animals to demonstrate this most dangerous unforgivable spell.

The young wizards under the stage also heard Dracula's instructions for Riddle to use the Sobriety Spell on them, and could not help but be in an uproar.

"Professor, stop it!" One of the minor wizards near the dueling stage shouted.

"Don't forget what happened to the last few professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts before you, Professor!" A somewhat smarter minor wizard chose to persuade from a different angle.

Even the slowest little wizards in the auditorium gradually reacted, and immediately after, more little wizards joined the team to persuade Professor Dracula not to risk his life.

"Professor, it's too dangerous!" Harry, who had not yet recovered from the exhaustion of constantly resisting the Soul Snatching Spell just now, forced himself to stand up with his sleepiness, "It's just a lesson, there's no need for you to put yourself in danger, right?"

No more than many other young wizards who were learning about the Unforgivable Spell for the first time, or if they had known about it but were seeing it for the first time, Harry could be considered an expert on the Soulstice spell.

During the previous school year, he had been lured into learning the Sorcery Spell for a long time by Riddle, who appeared to him only in the form of a diary, and had even nearly blown through the window grill of the Dursleys' house where he had been confined with the Sorcery Spell in a fit of emotional insanity.

Despite the fact that Harry and Riddle's relationship had been reunited through Riddle's deliberate efforts, he still felt a pang of fear every time he remembered how he had felt when he had come so close to casting the Sojourn Spell.

It was a spell that could take a person's life if they weren't careful!

However, Dracula on the dueling stage didn't care at all about the environment that was almost considered to be boiling over.

He raised his hand indifferently, interrupting the intense emotions of the young wizards.

"All be quiet!" His voice reached every little wizard's ears, "As your professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I still have this bit of discretion."

"Don't worry, if I can't even block this guy Riddle's Soothsayer spell, I don't have the face to continue to be your professor, the professor will be directly replaced by him!"

Dracula's tone seemed extremely conceited, even egotistical.

Of course, he also had the capital for this conceit. After all, not everyone possessed a physique that made it almost impossible to perish like him, and not everyone had survived for more than a thousand years, during which he didn't know how many times he had lived impatiently.

In the face of a spell cast by a wizard like Riddle, who was nowhere near Voldemort's peak strength, Dracula could even take the spell with his empty hand!

If he wasn't worried that catching the spell would be too shocking and expose his vampire identity in front of a group of students, plus he still had to teach the young wizards tips on how to deal with the spell, Dracula wouldn't have bothered to defend himself against this spell!

"Hurry up, you were called here so that you could cooperate with my lectures, if I tell you to let go you will let go, don't worry about taking the blame." Dracula looked to Riddle and said in an impatient tone.

"But ..." Riddle was still a little hesitant.

"Am I the professor or are you the professor?" Dracula said coldly, "Do it, don't hesitate there!"

Under Dracula's repeated urging, Riddle finally made up his mind, took a deep breath and slowly raised his wand.

"Avada Solace (Avada Kedavra)." He whispered.

An extremely thin and dim green light was cast from the tip of Riddle's wand, looking as if some green light bulb had leaked out some faint electric sparks, trudging through the air in Dracula's direction.

Dracula: "..."

He casually flicked his wand, picking the green spell, which was not yet as bright as the electrical sparks, to the ground.

The infinitely weakened version of the Sojourn spell immediately went out in the blink of an eye like a line of soot that fell to the ground, leaving not a trace behind.

Riddle's eyes widened as he watched Dracula's maneuver of picking off the Life Saving Curse, and the expression on his face was a good interpretation of the word dumbfounded.

In his knowledge, no matter how weak the magic power applied by the spell caster in the Life Saving Curse, the characteristics of this most dangerous Unforgivable Curse would not change at all, and there was still no magic that could resist it.

However, Dracula simply moved his wand and sent this weak but genuine Sojourn Spell flying to the side, obliterating it on the dueling platform.

This was simply unconscionable!

Picking off a spell with a wand was originally the exclusive skill of a powerful sorcerer, and usually, this kind of combat skill was only used when facing a sorcerer many times weaker than oneself.

This is because opponents whose magic power is close to the same level, the magic spells they cast are also at the same level.

Facing the same level of magic spells, it is difficult for a sorcerer to be able to easily defuse their attacks, and usually choosing to avoid, or use defensive magic to fight is a better choice.

The combat technique of picking off magic spells is actually divided into two kinds:

One is to wrap the variant form of the Iron Armor spell around one's own wand, thus preventing the opponent's spell from coming into contact with one's own body range and ensuring optimal safety;

The other is to use superior magical understanding, as well as quick-eyed reflexes, to find the attack path of the opponent's magic spell the moment it strikes, and promptly use the spell-casting material at the tip of the wand to control it and instantly pick the spell off.

The latter method was much harder to achieve and more dangerous than the former, so most wizards would use the former method in battle.

Dracula landed in the middle of the large hole in one smooth motion, dodging three of the Sojourn Spells. Riddle's next spell followed, but it hit the solid dueling platform, and had no chance to touch Dracula's body.

"It's a spell designed to change the terrain, quite useful some times."

Riddle withdrew his wand, and Dracula then leapt lightly through the large hole and landed on the dueling platform once more.

"Similar to that are other terrain altering magics, such as lifting up a piece of ground to form a wall to block the attack of a sorcery spell."

Dracula waved his wand casually and a portion of the dueling platform rose up to form a wall.

"It's true that there's no way to intercept a Sorcery spell with protective magic, but the terrain factor doesn't cover it." He said, "But only if you haven't encountered a powerful enough dark wizard of that sort-"

Dracula raised his hand and cast a Sojourn spell, a bright, blinding green lightning bolt that, like a blasting spell, broke through the wall that had formed on the dueling platform in an instant, and continued to blast far into the wall of the auditorium before finally losing all of its power.

"Professor, what should we do when we encounter such a powerful dark wizard?" Fred suddenly raised his hand and asked in a loud voice.

"There shouldn't be many black wizards in the magic world that have this much power." Dracula glanced at Fred and snorted, "If you're really unlucky to run into one, I suggest you guys don't resist and just surrender."

Hearing Dracula's words, Hermione, who was standing next to Harry, revealed an incredulous expression.

"I completely guessed wrong." She muttered.

"What?" Ron asked curiously, "There's actually something you'd say wrong?"

"Not only wrong, but dead wrong." Hermione stretched out her hands over her face, "I thought before that Professor Dracula was a decent wizard who couldn't use his black magic any better than a dark wizard, now that I think about it it's a bit ridiculous ..."

"He's clearly the best dark wizard ever!" Hermione exclaimed.

...

On the devastated dueling stage, Dracula was still emphasizing the do's and don'ts about fending off the sorcery spell.

"Although these few tips can improve your chances of survival against the Sojourn Spell, don't think that if you learn these things, you'll be able to face dark wizards straight on." Dracula swept his eyes over all the small wizards present and said coldly.

"All that is required to be able to use these techniques is that you have sharp enough reflexes, as well as swift enough spell casting speed."

"If you can't remain calm in the face of a dark wizard, think of the most appropriate spell casting technique as quickly as possible, and successfully cast it in the nick of time, then all the knowledge you've learned today will be meaningless!"

"To be honest, underneath the peaceful environment of the magic world right now, there has always been a great danger lurking, and I don't know which day a large number of black wizards will sweep through the entire magic world ... This is also the true purpose of my wanting to teach you all today's methods of responding to black magic."

"Compared to successfully using the response methods I taught you today in front of black wizards, I actually prefer that all of you never have the chance to use these methods."

"You are my first and so far only batch of students, and I sincerely hope that you can encounter fewer dangers and live well in the magic world ..."

Dracula sighed softly and turned his head to the clock hanging on the wall of the auditorium.

"It's getting late, and in light of the fact that this section of the Dueling Club was delayed by a few minutes and took away from your rest time, all written assignments on Defense Against the Dark Arts for this week are cancelled."

"Class dismissed!"

Dracula didn't care what the students had to say about this open class on Black Magic Defense Art, nor did he pay attention to the students who wanted to ask questions they didn't understand, and he didn't even bother to care about the dueling dais that had been tossed around in disarray ...

The moment he finished announcing the dismissal of the class, he transformed into several fluttering bat shadows and disappeared into the very center of the auditorium.

...

It was night, and the candlelight in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office was quite bright.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk as usual, and from his movements it seemed that he was dealing with some documents concerning the operation of the school, yet his eyes were always wandering.

At a certain moment, Dumbledore's vision suddenly came into focus.

He raised his finger, and the window of the Headmaster's office quietly opened a crack.

In the next moment, a silver-haired figure suddenly appeared by the window of the office, leaning against the bookcase by the window and looking at Dumbledore behind the desk.

"You seem to be enjoying your lecture today, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore looked up at the silver haired figure with a few teasing smirks, "How's it going, how does it feel to be teaching black magic to students?"

"You don't want to put labels on people, Dumbledore." Dracula laughed softly, "I didn't teach the students to use black magic, I just taught them some ways to deal with it."

"I don't mean to blame you," Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "I'm just a little surprised at the last part of your speech, Professor Dracula, and feel ... that it's not quite like your style. "

"Is that so? Then tell me what my style is?" Dracula hooked the corner of his mouth.

"After that incident last semester where you took an unauthorized leave of absence for yourself, I almost thought I was going to have to recruit a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore spread his hands, "I thought Hogwarts couldn't keep you Lord Earl anymore ..."

"Who would have thought that our Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts would not only return to the school, but even seem to belong a little more than before he left. What you just said seems to really stand up as a dedicated professor and no longer see yourself as an outsider."

Listening to Dumbledore's comment, Dracula fell silent.

"But I wasn't an outsider in the first place ah ...," after a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Hogwarts was originally my place ah."